November 7, 2006 § Leave a comment
Today I’d like it to rain
Today I’d like the ocean taste,
The overpass coming on to me,
small campfires, crowded tents.
Today I’d like a better charade,
a better song to dance to.
Above here below, splitting fusion spitting atom with a sneeze,
nose ropes and off-color teeth, dressing on the cheap;
I too worship a giant stick of butter.
Today I’d like to slip between seconds and sweat atmosphere,
the scent of reconstruction as if you didn’t see it coming;
For this I will tiptoe across desolate fog on continuous wave, transmitter.
The art of sublime obscenity, the body inside of the egg between two sparks;
Up with Her whose image recurs every place I walk.